A life of stories

[Mr_3ppozz]

The story starts with the birth of a young boy, not really someone special, but he had a lot coming to him. Patrick Poole was born and raised on Freeport 2, his parents were normal workers, his mother a administrative assistant and his father the assistant manager at the stations commodity warehouse. While growing up, Patrick’s father started taking him to work and from an early age was taught how to manage the warehouse. When Patrick turned 12, his father started to give him some responsibilities, it started with stocks of office supplies, but over the years he became a valuable part of the workforce.

During his childhood Patrick never left the safety of the station and only knew space from the stories people told him. The only place he could actually have a good view of space was from the traffic control tower, where he obviously was not allowed to be. Patrick’s father woke him up one night, he was excited and a bit nervous, but he told young Patrick to get up, be quiet and follow him.

Patrick: Where are we going dad? Why did you wake me up in the middle of the night?
Jonathan: Shush, be quiet son, I want you to see something special but you have to be quiet!

Patrick kept quiet and followed his father through the dark corridors, even though the station was always active, it was still very calm and peaceful at night. They walked for 10 minutes, until they arrived at a stairwell

Jonathan: Ok, here are the maintenance stairs to the top of the traffic tower. We are going to sneak in there but you have to promise not to tell anyone...anyone! Not even your mother!

Patrick: What?! Really?! I can go into the tower? That’s awesome dad... THANK YOU!

Jonathan: Shush! be quiet, I don’t want to get caught. Come one son, the security should be down now.

They took the stairs all the way to the top, when they finally reached the top, Patrick froze to the ground, staring outside.

Jonathan: Wonderful isn’t it, this is why I brought you here. It’s the most beautiful place in the entire station. The only thing even better, is actually going into space.

Patrick: ….. Ihh It’s..... It’’sss amazing... *he takes a big breath” This is the best present anyone could ever give me! Thank you dad, it really is beautiful, I never want to leave here. Can I come here more often? I just have to see it more!

Jonathan: I’m sorry son, but you can’t, I had to call in every favour I had to make this happen. But it’s worth it too see the smile on your face. Happy 15th birthday son

Patrick: Thank you dad! Thank you thank you thank you sooooooooo much! *gives his father a big hug*

Jonathan: It’s okay boy, we have to get going, the security camera’s are coming back on in 2 minutes, so we have to hurry.

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